What is a Jent?
It could be a gent, but alas
It is far from refined.
Is it feverishly loud?
Does it make a sound?
Well no, it doesn't so
Silent does make a Jent
Although, they still make a point
to show they're 'eaven sent.
A Jent is likely to throw away
the pretty flowers you sent,
with not so much as a smile
or a whiff of the wafting scent.
A Jent is nice to your face,
but don't turn your back
Because in their hearts are a dent
and they are resilient and bent
to make a scene and cause a cry in any place.
And never lend a penny to a Jent
For before you can say 'Heaven sent a bent gent'
He'll take your money and before you know
He's showing off all the pennies spent.
And when you ask for'a re-pay
He'll scoff and silently say
He needs it for gas or he has to pay rent
Be on the look-out for this Jent
Jerks, and silent they are
Take the money you lent
and insult your dress in one breath
So if confronted by a Jent
just tell him to stay pent,
forget his rent, he can sleep in the tent
for he is not 'eaven sent
and he'll deserve what he gets.

We sit in darkness with wondering eyes
dancing
darting
taunting the light of the fireflies
with mason jars in the moonlit skies
I've smoked nothing, yet
  I still get highs
From the thrill of the chase
  and your arms at my thighs
laying together, side-by-side
Covered only by the blanket of stars
  in the night-time sky
While our fingers waltz
  to our soft whispers and shallow sighs
and our eyes give chase to glowing fireflies

I hear the breeze of days gone by
with the whisper of long days, long nights
   and with a sigh,
I strain for the echos, the signs
of loves lost, of games played
of all the grass and dirt and grimes.
   Remember the times?
Merry-go-rounds and nursery rhymes?
That one first kiss that opened your eyes?
To the world of our minds, our maze
couldn't make out the beginning or the end
    of those days
To no surprise,
They're comprised....of swing sets and slides,
    jump ropes and bikes
and just when it was the end of the day,
the wind blows the smell of freedom your way.
Barbecues, fires, and the onset of night
to remind us of the times when everything was right.
   What a sight!
As the grass and trees rustle in the wind
   remember these days,
Of coloring books and crayons, markers and paint
paper planes, plastic trains, and origami flowers so quaint
running around so long that the blue in our jeans had gone...
    faint.

Back then, our friends lived close and the games we played
   in the sandbox and blacktops left us drained
So we sat on the hill and let the wind give us chills
under the trees, in the shade, from the heat we were saved
   So much time was killed!
And yet, we were thrilled...
when our birthdays came,
and our family came,
and our presents came,
And we never felt lame, playing the same games
Making silly names, growing pains
Kissing Jane and dancing in the rain....

And as the wind blows through the silt
and the echos pass us by,
Cry!
For the whispers of the wind have taken flight
Reach out and hold on with all your might
as it is on these memories that your spirit can again fly

I was given a new heart tonight
trying something new
I've had so many hearts in one life
I'm hoping this next one will do

I was born with a heart of crystal
so innocent, so pure
until one day it slipped and fell
and shattered upon the floor

So I was given a heart of plastic
one that wouldn't break
but I met that adolescent heartthrob
who's fire melted my heart away

After heartache's call came my heart of granite
it's fireproof after all
until it chipped and cracked and started to split
when adult life came to call

I bought myself a heart of diamonds
so sharp, so strong
was gonna cut my way through this life
but I cut till all was nigh gone

Depression brought me a gift, a heart of stone
heavy and cold, it felt fake
I kicked that heart while I walked along
until I ran into a lake

I skipped my heart across the lake, but I should'a known
your love ran too wide
and your touch ran too deep to skip this stone
And now that is why

I was given a new heart tonight
I'm hoping this one will do
Its soft and comfortable and feels alright
Because it was given by you

The pressure, the strain
from too many days in the flame
pulled in opposite directions,
where no path's sane

Support the one, lose the other
Support the other, lose them both over
lenient in nature is the neither
picking one makes the other colder

One needs a back to break
the other needs a shoulder to take
each one supports the other path's choice
but neither'll forget when forsake'd

To the woman...

He was a hero in silver armor,
driving the abusive man away,
save for the brusies, she was safe
save for the house, it was okay
He wore a golden buckle
and she didn't know what to say
when he presented her a ring
and asked if he could stay

To the child...

He was a villain in silver armor,
driving his loving father away,
save for the crying, he had a hug
save for the mom's brusies, he'd behave
He wore a golden buckle
that reflected anger he just couldn't stave
and when his mom happily showed him a ring
he decided to run away

...and with a toss of a hand, the boy slipped into the dark
begging, searching, crying,
screaming for someone to hear his pleading
pleading to stop the bleeding
bleeding out the last remaining hope of the night

The night, the Night
struggling little boy put up a good fight
listen to the laughter grows louder as he falls out
    of....sight
But the boy is boy no longer, only stronger
Heart heavy as an anvil, eyes cloaked in evil
the first voice steps out of the dark

This Depression....
obsession? regression? oppression?
The boy is man no longer, having stumbled again.
The boy is only abominal as his own mind descends
"HELP ME!", he screams, knowing the words only echo
   in....his........own.........

Steal the failing faith
fallen from the moving trains
boxcars, trampled stars,
unsettling rumors from porous scars
Forged on the blacksmith's lathe
Bloodied and barred, the laughter slowly bathes
Focus, Focus
tear away from this hocus-pocus
Absorbed in unwavering, clamorous doubt
Eyes that watch as you stumble about
muttering lies, stammering cries
observing the heart as it slowly dies
Happily forgotten, yet still  un-forgiven
Giving in is haphazardly driven
'Give it a wail', 'We'll never tell'
Then stand back and watch 'em fail
Falling, fading, never-ending
Visualize the further rending
Live and learn, hard to discern
Watch the Dreamers dreams begin to burn
Consider this path cruelly trudged through
As a warning meekly written to you

The feelings left unchecked
your anger, your hate
brings about the failure of the times
the ties
the lies
the crimes that go unnoticed
to all but the one involved
pleaful cries fall upon the ears
of your deaf justice
Your gangs, your fangs
grow longer with every hateful spat
that is muttered behind doors of glass
with gold plated name plates
pin-stripped suits in-which egos inflate
unlawful crimes of ****** and sins
of economic proportions
While you borrow money from the poor
and put the debts to the world at a record
high
collective sigh
stifled cry from the unheard public
whose ears are buried with gossiped dirt
celebrities, foreign wars, local criminals
whose eyes are burned with the images
of starving children and destroyed cities
and while the nation's shoulder cringes
you filthy lying gnat
in the ear of the press
talk of progress
while the truth you suppress
Your value of a dollar is distorted
you man of power
and as homes crumble in dis-repair
I shall see you in your final hour
pleading to the court room of the down-trodden
mislead, misguided, spirit rotted
poor, the little man you stepped on
And when that little man seems to be a giant
And your empire comes tumbling down
I will see to it that your crimes are exposed
murderer of the nation's exquisite dreams
extortionist, economic terrorist
And I'll be the first to step upon the rubble
So laugh it up now, CEO
Because we will have our day, our way
Our Justice

To the doctors in the room
   I'm a mental cased, half-crazed Insomniac
      on three days of possibly self inflicted mind space
         who can't decide on medically induced comas or Prozac
To the supervisors in the room
   I'm a potential hazard, a walking disaster
      bird-brained enough to end as scrambled gizzards
         who potentially could be as useful as worthless shinplaster
To the women in the room
   I'm a useless ***, nearly morbid
      too tired to mow the lawn in the mid-morning sun
          and too lazy to help with laundry, cooking, or raising kids
To the friends in the room
   I'm a constant joke, a hilarious prank
      mumbling non-sense with little need to be provoked
         laughing hysterically as they watch as my mind goes blank
To the voices in the room
   I'm a genius, an exasperated visionary
       I've have debated the complexities of owning a *****
          and the movements of my thumb is extremely revolutionary

I hold onto the wedge the divides
My expert hands move swift
Trim the shadows
Keep what's lit
The brightness never subsides

Shadowy figures reach on the edges, sublime
Yet my expert hands move swift
Trimming the shadows
Keeping what's lit
Staving the darkness with each divide

The hours grow longer as time moves by
Heavy expert hands pushing so swift
Trim the shadows
Ignoring what's lit
Deafening minutes let their silence fly

Time hugs the shadows, by-the-by
The hands of time move swift
Ushering the shadows
Trimming what's lit
Flickering the light in Mind's eye

Shadows manifest despite my efforted try
Exhaustion moves swift
Depression forms the shadows
Flickering the lit
Mild panic rises as each emotion does die

Simple sleep be the answer; and yet, as I lie
My thoughts move swift
While I trim the shadows
And keep what's lit
Mournfully watching hours flicker on by

A man with a gun
Steps from an allyway gloomed
Aimed it at me
And froze me where I stood
He said, "Son, lemme ask you a question.
As death stares you in the eye,
Are you afraid for your money,
Or do you fear for your life?"

Neither, was the response
From between those clenched teeth

I am unselfish in materials;
you can have all my things.
And my body is ready
for when the angels start to sing

"I think you're lyin'"
Said the man with the gun
"I can see it in yer eyes,
I bet you want to run"

If you do what you do
and you say that you may
then my family'll be left
in such disarray
My mum will become
but just a shell of herself
and my dad in his grief
destroy a lamp or a shelf
My sisters will wear black for a week
My brothers will search for you in the streets
Who knows better than you
where these streets can take?
My Woman may die from a broken heart,
and my children may never know
that I was there from the very start
My friends will all cry
and spill a beer in the dirt
and my dog may become violent
as he guards my last worn shirt
My grandkids will know
The year that I die
But they'll never know like knew
the joy of a grandparents smile
I do fear this in my death, good sir
but I've no fear of dying.

The man shook his head
shaken to his core
His eyes stared for a moment
before they met mine once more

"Get out of here", he said in tone real low
"Go, and speak of dying no more,
For I am the son of a father
Who was killed when I was four"

When the darkness of night settles around me
and the silence of the dark grows louder
I find myself thinking,
dreaming,
clinging to the wisps of memories
escaping from behind closed eyes
glistening with an old lover's flame
Oh, how I long for those days
ghosts of lives past, reminding
finding,
hiding themselves in my present life
contently discontent in the twists and turns
to jump at me without a proper notice
your voice, hidden in songs of the past
soft and sweet, gently spoken upon
the ears of the hurting,
soothing,
removing the present stresses of the day
Your face, dancing upon my eyes
eyes of the mentally broken, forcing them closed
Healing the mind, if only temporarily mending,
tending,
rending my best days pale in comparison
to the resounding beauty of your eyes alone
And yet, I write, hoping to find solace
away from the bitter taste of my present place
that your memory reminds me of, yet
your name, common as it may be, keeps reminding
rewinding,
unbinding the cords that contain that sliver
releasing a sudden rush of emotion that is uncontrollable
never knowing what to expect
a tear, a chuckle, a sigh
They torture me from the inside out
and yet I cherish every second of the pain
silently hoping it doesn't fade while praying
that the end comes quickly, if only to save face
To hate the feeling would be to hate everything
severing,
suffering the pains I'm not ready to face
of letting go of all the memories that hold you in
But to love these feelings, would be to hate where I am now
This present life, this reality with her
In comparison to others, there's no comparing,
relating,
relenting her image against the memory of your touch
I can't face these thoughts either
so I sit here, contorted in emotional pains
deciding how long I should listen to you today,
Beautiful angel, fair in face
wonderful by thy name, sing me your grace

Slow pace quickened to keep balance straight
hum of motors masked by the ominous green light
Feel knees buckle slightly under new duress
as the belts grab at shoes and hold on tight
Look ahead along this predetermined path
for book-bags and luggage that block your flight

Do you take steps to make the blur of slow moving sidewalks
appear to be a neon lit sprint in the streamline?
Trudging patiently towards the finish
where yellow paint on the ground mark the line
Or do you stand to the side and let the others pass
as you enjoy the sights and sounds of your effortless ride?

Tell me again why you are running away,
...forgotten yearning.
It seems to me like you've gone astray,
...very discerning.
I know you won't listen to what I've got to say,
...so concerning.
But it seems so selfish of you not to stay
...ever the casern king.
You always 've seen the world in a shade of gray
...endless murmuring.
I wanted, just once, to hear you pray
...useless stammering.
Just to know where your soul would lay
...'aven't started burning.
I tried to shape you, create form from clay
...too inurning
But it seems that I created a mess, a splay
...you're learning
Blinded, I just watched as you began to sway
...court's adjourning
And now your body ash as we prepare to bray
...just sojourning
My constant pushing led to this needless slay
...very secerning
Regrets of times past will be reminisced today
...un-upturning
And so, we say goodby one last time along the brae
...stop mourning
As we spread your ash to the wind on this spring day
...I'll be...ret..u..r...n.....i.......

Black
Cold's dark servant
where nightmares are born
lifeless, chilling
        *Red
        Love's fierce anger
        heated licks of flames
        lurid, twisted
                White
                Hero's pure rage
                warrior of the blessed
                blinding, holy
                        Blue
                        S­ky's transient calm
                        pacifistic mind
                        passing, soothing
                                Grey
             ­                   Storm's middle ground
                                fog's muddled embrace
                                clouding, shifting
                                        Brown**
    ­                                    Life's steadfast fort
                                        earthen defender
                                        steady, sturdy

Nothing here is ever as it seems
   O' Loathing, O' Self-pity
Curse thee as thy dance within my dreams
Invading whispers sent floating from the start
   Stopping all thoughts like a traffic in the city
Pressing my chest against my beating heart
Lethal to the lungs as it ***** at my soul
   Brain splatterings artistically unpretty
Yet, welcomely I embrace the voided hole
Longing for the coma that is sure to appear
   and to be sure, I'm not being witty
For the black would surely remove the untraceable fears
Relieving me of this awful self-loathing
   self-doubt, and self-pity
A swift defeat is the only solace for this whole thing
So this is how it appears to approach the inane
   I'll make sure it's not too gritty
But before I go, I must say, don't you go insane
For as I lay my head for one last rest, it seems
   I'll remember times before your lying bitty
And be assured to breathe in quivering sweet dreams

I remember the time
that our love was strong
and we thought of the future
never pausing, never wrong
about the feelings we had
singing our love song

But distance separated
and the past became the foreword
and we met new people
and our lives continued onward
finding ourselves new loves
so we could move forward

We are happy where we are
but sometimes I think
of what could have been
should have been, us on the brink
spending the rest of our lives
together, two hearts in sync

And when I am with the one
who I am going to be with forever
for the rest of eternity, I am strong
but when I was alone I would still favor
the thoughts of us, longing to be
oblivious, just longing to endeavor

It was hard for me to live
with a heart that is torn apart
between the love of your life
and the love of your heart
wishing we could go back
and give our life a restart

I realize that we can never be
but I am not upset, fate has align
I am faithful to the core, tried and true
And this pain her touch can make resign
And while your face is in my dreams
when I wake I kiss the face of my Caroline

Let it fall, let it die
Give it up, go and cry
Forget the fears
Shed your tears

For you'll be the wiser
You'll be the stronger
Conflict makes us grow
So **** it up and let it go

Let it fall, let it die
Give it up, fail and try
we'll weep at length
But it'll give us strength

We will be the wiser
And through blurred visor
We see the lesson learned
These scars are well earned

Light
Brightly it burns
Removing the darkness
From unadjusted eyes who fear
Preying on the weak and powerless
Those who find solace in the shadows
Exposing the faults of the expressionless
Shining light on the secrets of the guilt ridden
Sorrowful souls harshly ****** into view
Forcing the pain to be relived, renewed
Displayed for the cruel world to see
Self proclaimed justice paraded
Timid stillness abused
Self-righteous bliss
Ignorant muse
Explain

You stare as he sleeps
plotting your next move
to recapture his place
and the end of the room
where he lays his head
on his soft pillow
jealous of the sound
of his snores, loud they billow

You have learned his habits;
his tricks and his traits,
what gets him alert
and what makes him sedate.
So you wait and you plan
so sinister and cruel
to get that sleeping dog
to wake up and drool

You set your plan in motion
by licking your food bowl
according to the plan
in a move so foul
and he wakes and moves
to see whats for dinner
and when he moves you steal
his bed of pillows, and you're the *winner!

White Rabbit, White Rabbit
what's the hurry, what's the rush?
You act hurried and annoyed
But this is really just a ploy
to get us to dive down the hole

White Rabbit, black magic
messanger of the evil queen
forced to run, forced to lead
trickery and nonsense of fools
leads the foolish to be forced
to run, to follow
your hurry becomes our hurry

White Rabbit, We're Alice
and with ignorant bliss
we just keep diving down the hole
with your white room and straight jacket
we are helplessly losing control
What to do? What to do!
Your late White Rabbit
so quickly, lead your Alice
down this dead end road

We march onward, seemingly forever
To carry out our nations endeavor
To protect our religion and our freedom
From our enemies and their heathendom
We do not want to give our lives for you
But we fight for a nation, so may our weapons strike true

So there once was a rut
that a simple mind did make.
But has the mind grew stronger
It realized that it was stuck.
There once was a well
where the mind drank inspiration.
But the well has since dried up
and creativity the drought did quell

Through the night they roam
in the cities they crawl
keeping to the shadows of the moon's bright glow
Seeking their prey
while hugging the wall
if you're on the list, you'll be dead by day
Assassins of the brave
Killers of the Fall
their victim's blood is what they crave
They stand eight in a row
as their shadows grow tall
and they line you up with the sights of their bow

Strange, really
How there's no warning to the faucet
Or which words holding the trigger
will suddenly appear and show its face
O' words, how violent you are
There was a time when I looked forward
to the curvy letters of your body
stretching across the plain plane
Turning a white empty line to colorful inspiration
With words like love, happiness, and joy
given to me by thou, giddy and gay
But now I see,
That words were used as weapon
Violently beating upon my soul,
Drummer or Gunner, the effect the same
Ringing ears and burnt eyes from you letters
Using this canvas as a carnival of hurt
Using words such as Hate, Anger, Sorrow
Their dangerous curves bringing with a terrible allure
But I can asure
That I too can wield these weapons
Twin hilted swords of Fruitless and Revenge
Double barreled Pain and Failure
and the ones that shot me down from the skies
The cannons of Hate and Anger.
I however,
Tired and beat down
Love licking my wounds
Sleeping joy of memories past
Keep me from retaliation.
I love your letters, But I hate you Words
Without letters you are useless
But without words, I'm speechless
O' how I hate thee, cruel words
Strange, really

Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall

Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong

But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape

I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave

I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall

Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet

Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble

...and upon seeing her ragged clothing
he di'th proclaim, "Alas,
young *****, maiden of America's blood,
where be your books, or the flame and torch?
I'd known thee face anywhere, and avas',
I'd known ye father to be wealthy, of course!"
And with shame in her eye, she took a gander
up the street and then back down, befor'a reply,
"My stars are gone, and my stripes been forsaken,
father has taken innocents and turned them'a slander."
With a glance that appeared to the man to be a plea,
she nervously turned to him with a hoarse whisper,
"Upon these streets I've been cast, shamefully a *****.
Men in suits take my food, and the men of fame keep me cloaked.
The men who speak news on'a radio fill my ears with promise,
and the teacher at the school house fills my head with old lore.
The preacher speaks of God as I stand naked before him
and the peasants throw rocks by direction of a crooked shamus."
The man, with a tear in his eye, reached down from his station
grabbed the ***** hand draped in chains, and with a gentle tug
pulled her up into heaven, lit white with undieing salvation
And he cried, "You're safe here child, free of a crippling nation.
Safe from corrupt companies and celebrity endorsed robbery,
News mutely broadcasted by a governmental eye,
Mind numbing words of public teaching,
ungodly men of unenforced preaching,
And the long arm's short-sighted snobbery."
And with an Eagle's cry and the ringing of the cracked bell,
Libertas stood up and proclaimed, "Only when my child is unbroken,
Shall all men again be free! Let these be my last words spoken!"

We are

Supporters
Romancers
Outcasters

And we speak to the minds of

the Many
the Few
Them
You

Well versed, Poetically penned

words that touch any
emotional brew
spinning mind's web
figuratively true

Mindful heroes, masters of pens

war changers
heart wrenchers
Nation founders
generation movers

We are the poems
We are the poetic
We are Poets

Sitting again upon my throne
Cracked crown of the Forgotten
Hell found me all alone...

       broken.

Day One:

Let the kids out to play today
They made it off the porch
Stared at the sky
The warden was mad

Day Two:

Apparently, popsicle sticks are gay
'cuz they 'flame' when lit with a torch
The sun says hi
The courtyard fence makes me sad

Day Three:

Pistols are not toys and they do not play
Dead skin is cool to the touch
Behind walls the moon hides
The guard spit on me and I was glad

Hey you with your
squinting eyes
judging the turns
on this foggy night
with your head held high
and ears in the clouds
life so young
as you listen to the sounds
weaving through the traffic
as your engine roars
and you answer with a finger
to those petty car horns
speeding through the fog
flashing your brights
blinded by the reflection
of your own bright light
you weren't humble enough
to dim yourself down
and now you've missed your exit
and you're looping around
for a head-on collision
with your own pride
all because your infinite focus
was on your self-centered inside

I am a little bit of loneliness
sitting alone in this broken home
with arguments over dinner tables
I am able to drift away
like clouds in the winter wind
and like the clouds, crying is all I'm able
but unlike the clouds, my drifting is just a fable
dreaming, singing,
ears ringing
from dinner plates smashed and doors slammed
sent to my room while the adults are mad
forgotten
sitting alone in this broken home
I am able to drift away
like the clouds in the winter wind
I am dark, I am scared
and when I'm all cried out
I am Loneliness again

This is the Captain on 'na 1MC,
so crew, listen away.
There's a storm to the west,
and it's headed 'r way.

Avast, avast! Prepare for rough seas!
Lets get 'r vessel ****'ned down
'tisn't time for rest
so up 'n out of 'em racks, now

Get to yer spaces, e'ver they may be
batton da' latches
and secure gear adrift, for lest
'ou be h'rt by swinging hatches

If yer top-side, 'en you must flee
get inside if you can
And if 'ou remain out, then wear yer vest
Man-over board is not in the daily plan

Attention, Attention to the 1MC
This is the Captain spea....*
Joseph! Son, get some rest,
Or I'll throw you out to sea!

Aroma of sweat in the aura of ***
Sounds of vibrations mutter a hex
Lungs breathe shallow sighs of death
As curses are moaned in hollow breaths
Give and give, the ***** deeds done
Little beads vanish until there're none
Quivering smiles held under gasping lung
From the sting of whips and praise unsung
                                                           Chains and cuffs
                                                ****** and leather stuffs
Inhale in pleasure, Exhale in pain
Bruises covered in blissful vain
Blood and sweat mixed in Sin
Exhaustion staved by a ****** again
Red and battered across swollen breast
Time to relax and let the Devil do the rest

Strange how the mood changes when around comes Lovely
   from serious to funny in the span of a grin
   to laughing so much it should be a sin
but to describe how it happens, there's nowhere to begin

It might the subtle comments from Lovely
  leading one to believe she's cuddly and bitty
  then strikes at the mind with endless witty
then forges ahead leaving you in a tizzy

It could be the actions of one Miss Lovely
  navigating in circles till you roll over and cry
  yet you watch in wonder as she walks by
so you can see her sway like a lady so fly

There is no subject
no process of mind
to assist my thoughts
in writing this ryme

No direction for the words
for my thoughts are locked
in this curse for writers
the minds writer's block

Maybe this will help
maybe a good sign
this little nonsense poem
will help my next ryme